Sara Teasdale

(August 8, 1884 – January 29, 1933 / Missouri / United States)

June Night - Poem by Sara Teasdale

OH Earth, you are too dear to-night,
How can I sleep while all around
Floats rainy fragrance and the far
Deep voice of the ocean that talks to the ground?
Oh Earth, you gave me all I have,
I love you, I love you,—oh what have I
That I can give you in return—
Except my body after I die?


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 6, 2010



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